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Not ShatteredTristan chuckles as he looks down at the fallen heroes, walking leisurely through the bodies, hands in his pockets. It’s always much too easy in the beginning- no one ever sees it coming.
He would’ve thought that this time would’ve been different. This particular group of heroes should’ve known him much better than most. He’d been on their team for years as a child- or had they simply forgotten about him when he left? The thought brings a bitter taste to his mouth, and he buries it back down where it belongs. Those days are behind him, and he has risen so far above those years of being ignored and in pain. He has made them kneel.
Two of the heroes in particular catch his eye, and he smirks, striding over to them. A green skinned girl and a boy in a blue and black suit- so much older looking now- lie sprawled on the floor of the warehouse. It’s quite a satisfying sight. He had been friends with them, once, but over the years he came to realize they ha
Heroes In Training-Scatterbrain
Secret ID: Tristan Maxwell Hart
Meaning: Tristan: Noise, Maxwell : Marcus's Stream, Hart : Strong
Superhero Alias: Scatterbrain
Meaning/Reason: From his ability to scramble people's thoughts and memories, as well as his own scatterbrained mind.
Nationality: Welsh and Dutch
Birthplace: Boulder, Colorado
Places Lived: Boulder, Colorado, Gotham City
Current Residence: Gotham City/ Happy Harbor
Birthday: February 10th
Eye Color: bluish green
Hair Color: light brown
Hair Type: Curly
Physical Description: Skinny and long-limbed, with a very small amount of muscle tone. His skin is very pale, with sharp and angular facial features and a smattering of freckles. His hair is fairly short and very curly and seems to get bigger the more stressed out he gets. He has a very wide, toothy smile, big eyes, and
A Picnic Among the StarsSummer was a rather hectic time at Camp Half-blood. During the other seasons it was nearly dead, and as much as Gloria loved the hustle and bustle that June and July brought well she would be lying if she said she didn't miss the peace and quiet, at least a little bit. So it was nice to spend a few hours with Travis in the strawberry fields, away from all the noise and people.
Travis had completely surprised her, dragging her out to the strawberry fields without a single hint of why they were going there. He even made her close her eyes. But she hadn't seen him the whole day, so it hardly mattered to her where they went, as long as they were together.
"Here we are," Travis said proudly, bringing her to a stop. "You can open your eyes now."
She grinned and cracked open her eyes, gasping at what she saw, her hands coming up to her mouth.
A bright red picnic blanket was nestled back behind a strawberry bush, loaded down with a big, traditional picnic basket, a couple of pillows and e
SpidersQuinn Phillips wasn't scared of many things. Heights? Please. Snakes? No problem. Scary movies? Bring it on. It was one of those things she prided herself in, and yeah, maybe bragged about, just a bit.
Spiders were an entirely different matter.
They were literally out to get her. And no matter what Reed said, she wasn't exaggerating. They tracked her down, and once they found her they were relentless.
Liam had seen it first. She was on the other side of the cabin, reading a book in her bunk, when she heard his absolutely bloodcurdling scream. Following the scream was loud thud and a series of crashing noises, and then another scream. "Quinn!"
Not all that concerned, Quinn closed her book with an exasperated sigh and made her way towards the ongoing cacophony. Liam was crouched under the floor with wide, fearful eyes, and a pile of books splayed out across the floor. Quinn rolled her eyes. "What, Liam?" she sighed, with the tone of someone who was clearly used to this. Liam turne
WrongEverything had gone wrong, terribly horribly wrong. It had been a simple battle, a small monster fight that wasn't supposed to take much effort. No one was supposed to get hurt.
He glanced down at the blood blossoming through the fabric of his shirt. He should feel pain, he though vaguely, but all he felt for the moment was numb. Detached. Seemingly far away, the sounds of battle still went on. No one had noticed him yet. With the crashes of the waning fight lost in the background, his eyes closed and his sword slipped from his hands. Was he falling? Suddenly, he couldn't tell. The thoughts in his head had thoroughly turned to mush, making everything tinny and out of focus. His face was pressed into something soft and slightly itchy now. He felt tired, so tired, and his brain was moving at a rather sluggish pace. Surely his friends wouldn't mind if he just rested for a minute
"Micah!" A voice screamed, painfully familiar to his ears. Hands came to his face, gentle and warm
87. GunshotsEverything had been so normal and perfect; Quinn really should've been more suspicious.
The day had almost gone too well. All her homework was perfectly in order (which was usual, but still), her siblings had not said a word to her, neither had any of the stupid girls at school and here's the real shockerschool lunch wasn't half as bad as it usually was.
Well, she thought. Today is just a day full of miracles.
But it wasn't.
She had been so close to safety, so close to a chance of life that it was almost cruel. In fact, it was. A couple feet more and she would've been off to do her homework, yell at her siblings and catch up on the TV she had missed.
Not dead on contact.
Not in an ambulance.
Not six feet under.
Oh, she had heard the gunshots all right.
Warmth Robbie had been having the absolute worst day, and the weather more than reflected his mood. Dark, gray and swirling, the clouds hung in a thick blanket overhead, letting out a torrential downpour of freezing rain. His umbrella had long since been lost, and maybe he would've taken the time to find if he had known all the water on this earth would be coming down directly over Frisco exactly when he was walking home.
The walk wasn't short, and the rain slowed Robbie down tremendously. By the time he reached his apartment, he was soaked to the bone and frozen solid. He fumbled through his drenched pockets for his key, the cold making his mind a little foggy. Fingers finally closing around the slick piece of metal, Robbie pulled it out and tried to unlock the door. But his hands were shaking too much, and they key didn't seem to fit in the lock at all. After a few more agonizing seconds, the door swung open by itself, and
Ruined Things Robbie lay sprawled on the green-and-yellow checkered linoleum floor, without any real drive to get up. It occurred to him that he had been laying like that for nearly an hour. His books lay askew down the hall, papers trampled and crushed by the massive stampede of students that had gone raging by. They had all gone now. And out of the many hundreds of students, not a single one of them had made any move to help him, make sure he was okay, or at the very least pick up his stuff. No, of course they hadn't.
He sat up slowly, only vaguely aware that every part of his body ached and that he was probably just one big bruise at this point. But that sort of pain didn't really affect him much anymore. But for the first time after any bout of bullying he had ever endured, he felt utterly broken. He didn't know why. It felt as if something had just snapped inside him, and there was no repairing it.
The one machine he c
PurpleRemy stood next to Micah in the now-empty shell of the living room, feet crackling on the plastic covering the floor. Leaning down to dip her big paint brush in the bright purple paint, she looked up at Micah and sighed.
"I still don't see why we couldn't have paid someone to do this," she muttered for the thousandth time, painting a large streak of violet against the white wall. Micah grinned, dipping his paintbrush in the paint and dripping all over the thankfully covered carpet. In the first thirty seconds of painting, he had already managed to get paint all over his clothes and a big smudge across his nose.
"Because, love, we are perfectly capable of doing this ourselves," he said, painting a huge streak across the wall for emphasis. A smile tugged at the corners of Remy's mouth, and she suppressed a laugh.
"So basically, you're a cheapskate," she said teasingly, turning her head to grin at him. He pouted, shaking his head.
"Nuh-uh. I'm a businessman."
Supernatural - Castiel X ReaderYou stared at the dress in front of you. It was the night of your Aunties wedding party, A very special day for her and your entire family. The dress was cream colored and reached up to your thighs. It was a really simple yet pretty dress, But you weren't sure if you could pull it off. You were no natural beauty (Or so you thought), You never had been even from a younger age. But tonight, you were going to try and be the prettiest girl at the party. It was your goal.
You grabbed a flowery head band which you wrapped around the bun in your (H/C) hair. As for makeup, you put a little lip gloss on your lips to give them a little shine and some mascara and eye shadow around your (E/C) eye's making them stand out. As you looked in the mirror, You felt good about yourself. You did look nice for once. I guess You Tube tutorials really help! The outfit seemed to come together well. It was simple, but delicate and pretty. ( Here is the outfit http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=119537787 )
(Name) (LastName), otherwise known as the manifestation of (Country), was an extremely independent lass. She did not need anyone to babysit her. Every day, the (h/c) girl woke up at around 6:30 am and her entire house was spotless by 8:15 am. She was always 8 minutes early for World Meetings and she got all paper work done a day prior to submission. The rare and only times she had ever been late was when her car broke down or that time when her alarm clock failed to rouse her with its piercing rings.
Mathias Køhler, otherwise known as the manifestation of Denmark, was inconsistent when it came to independence. Every morning, you’ll find his cream hand hitting the snooze once the alarm was set off. The household he lived with four other Nordic nations, was kept in order thanks to the Swedish nation (also by himself when he was in the mood.) He was always either 5 or 10 minutes late for World Meetings, blaming his fellow housemates f
John Egbert x C!Reader: That Special NumberJohn Egbert x Comatose!Reader: That Special Number
Special Insert for a special day. Happy 413! -C
It was April 13th, John's birthday. (Name) was rushing to finish getting his gift prepared and head towards his house for the party. She dressed up in a (fave color) short sundress, one that she knows John loves, along with some matching high heels. She got his gift and walked to her car, grabbing her keys and purse along the way. She got in and sped to his house on the other side of town. As she drove she got a text from John.
"Hey you on your way? : B"
"Yeah, running a little late. Go ahead and start the fun, I'm close! c:"
She started texting him happy birthday when she heard a horn honk. Looking up, her eyes widened as two cars collided with her car. She couldn't swerve in time. One hit her side and her rear, making her car spin and flip on its top. Someone call
Mini-Drabble: Kurloz x Reader: Save Me, Silly! (Name) was walking along in the park when Cronus Ampora walked up, pinning her near a tree.
"Hey doll~ Wvanna havwe some fun?" he said, slowly trailing his hands down to her ass.
"Get the everloving fuck away from me, perv!" (Name) said, slapping his hands away.
As she was about to scream rape and call for help, a siren was hear, quickly approaching. It was Kurloz, running this way with police lights on his head. He kicked Cronus in the crown jewels and tossed her over his shoulders, absconding.
'Are you motherfucking alright, lil mama?' he signed quickly.
"Yes, Loz. I'm fine. About time you freaking saved me, silly," she giggled, slapping his arm.
Kurloz and (Name) spent the rest of their time wearing flower crowns and drawing and building pillow forts and cuddling.
The Journal of Natsu Dragneel
X791/7/14: Journal Entry 1
Just absolutely and utterly amazing.
I watched her smirk. She smiled. Very happily. In fact, I could go on to say that her smile is amazingly amazing. Stunning, beautiful, she is just a shining pearl. I can't keep up with her, I just want to dominate her, make her mine's, create a mark on her showing she's my property, no one else can have her.
I hate all the times she hugs me so tightly, and she never knows my feelings for her. I love the way her golden, blonde hair falls down her back; she always keeps it up in pigtails, but I still think it's cute. Just adorable.
. . . It's strangling me.
I want to tell her my feelings, admit that I'm in love with her, and I have been in love with her for the past eight years I've known her. I would've been lucky to still have gotten to know her in the seven years we were dormant, but still, I believe I have my chance.
Honestly, she's a hard worker. Usually, I would have to save her from harm's way, and I enjoy doi
Efflorescence (PadLock)"She's been out there for a while..." comments one voice, followed immediately by a simpler-sounding second.
"I think it's getting worse."
"At least it keeps her away from us." drones a third.
Tony listens impassively to the wary mumbling of the puppets, glancing outside into the garden. Paige paces erratically on the expansive lawn, her pastel hair writhing like snakes as she drags her fingers angrily through her scalp. Mud sucks at her boots as if it wants to pull her down into the earth as she moves back and forth, a tempest trapped in a (somewhat) humanoid form. The puppets watch her, fascinated in the way people are with car crashes, but they duck should she glance in the direction of the window, like animals hiding when lightning strikes.
Tony is completely indifferent to the unease of the puppets- more often than not; he tends to be the cause of it, actually. But Paige is another matter, and if this goes on for much longer than the consequences may be both hazardous and, most im
Rejection? Death the Kid x reader"Come on (name)! Just tell him!" Liz said shaking you. "B-but L-Liz!!" You spluttered as she kept shaking you. "Er..sis..I think that's enough.." Patty said, her head popping up, her blue eyes wide.
"Right..sorry..(name)," Liz said as she stopped shaking you. "It's okay.." You said quietly, "I guess I'm kind of afraid of the rejection.." "Rejection?" Liz and Patty asked you bewildered. "I guess it's better for me to assume the worst than receive the rejection..cause it hurts a lot..doesn't it?" You stared at them with wide innocent eyes filled with pain.
The Thompson sisters kept quiet, even Patty had nothing random to say.
End of flashback
You were now walking alone on the streets, the sun was setting and everything looked beautiful with the bursts of orange and red mixed together with a tinge of yellow. That beautiful shade of yellow that reminded you of the glow of Kid's eyes.
He's driving me crazy..you thought to yourself holding your head. I never asked to like Lord Death's son..y
NetherlandsXReader a future together
'So I heard you're in a new relationship" my friend Rosella said.
We were sitting on bench next to the busy street eating ice cream. We finally lived achieved our dreams of living in a city. Now the dream I had was finding Mr. Right. My last break up was pretty bad. I truly loved him and he leaves and gets married with a girl younger than myself. So of course it hurt. A lot. Course I rose myself up and decided moving on will be forced upon myself.
"Yeah, his name is Tim" I said.
"Its nice to see you finally moved on from that Lovino fella.' Rosella said.
"Well, how is he? Is he charming, nice, mean, rough, how is he in bed?" Rosella asked.
Nice...well yeah I guess. Mean not to me. Rough...heh...bed?
"Well he is nice, but I haven't slept with him yet' I told her.
"Not yet?! Not YET?! What are you waiting for your virginity to crawl up you vagina again?" she asked making a scene.
"I just do
LxReader(DeathNote) Chapter 1
You were ready, really ready for that promotion, and when it came you can say that your heart did a little back flip. You were so happy that you were finally taking your career places. You were a little nervous of where things would take you, but you didn't care enough to pay attention to it. You were so happy.
You were finally done sorting paper's on your bosses desk and checking to make sure that everyone had there coffee by noon. You were finally done with working late hours that lead you nowhere on your case. You were finally getting assigned to an official and important task.
You waited at the grey colored bench that after noon. You were waiting for someone on the new task force you had been assigned to pick you up. You were nearly shaking with excitement. You looked up at the sky, it looked as though it might rain and there was only a few rays of light shining through to the ground for some reason. You sighed and looked at your phone, 4:11, he was supposed to pick you up at 4:00.
Chance of A Lifetime"Hey, Bouchard!" A voice called from down the hall. Marcie raised an eyebrow as her name was called, pausing in the hall and momentarily causing a halt in traffic. She looked over her shoulder to see Reed making her ways towards her with a grin, a giant among the crowd, shoving first years away to make a path.
"What?" she sighed, and his grin widened. He came up next to her, slinging a lanky arm over her shoulders. His fingers toyed with one of her curls. She let him.
"Aw, not even a proper hello? That's rude, Marce," he informed her, pouting slightly.
"Terribly sorry," she said, rolling her eyes. "And don't call me that."
"I'll call you whatever I like," he said, smirking at her, and she matched his expression.
"Fine then, Micah," she said pointedly, elbowing him in the side slightly. His smirk grew.
"Well played, Bouchard," he said, his blue eyes full of humor, even the odd, sightless one. "Feel free."
She was suddenly very aware of his arm slung around her shoulders, and she
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